Liberi Fatali
10-17-2004, 12:53 AM
Fattybear rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Fattybear removes a short sword from in the Yaps disk.
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Fattybear licks a short sword.
>
Fattybear put a short sword in the Yaps disk that is on the ground.
>
Bellerosa leans against Fattybear and gets a quick little wink in return.
>
Fattybear nods to you.
>
Bellerosa sits down.
>'You will die, Fatty.
You say, "You will die, Fatty."
>l fatt
You see Fattybear Huggerr the Wizard.
He appears to be a Human.
He appears to be young and average height. He has gold-flecked green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, shaggy sandy blonde hair. He has a clean-shaven face, a small nose and a generous mouth.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a cobweb-covered jet black spidersilk cloak edged with silver silk trim, a silvery silk wizard's hat, a crystal amulet, a crystal amulet, a jet black leather jacket, a shadow-grey leather battle harness, some jet black breeches, and some slouched black half-boots.
>
Fattybear cackles insanely, wild-eyed and drooling.
>
You feel your extra strength departing.
>'I did not need a saliva-edging on my sword.
You say, "I did not need a saliva-edging on my sword."
>
Zantras traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
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Fattybear says, "Did too"
>
Bellerosa licks a short sword.
>
* Juspera returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>
You notice the faint image of yourself disappear.
>
Bellerosa says, "yum"
>
Zantras makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Zantras gestures.
A brilliant luminescence surrounds Zantras.
>
Bellerosa smacks her lips.
>
Fattybear says, "Helps your hunting out a lil bit"
>
Fattybear nods to you.
>'I don't hunt with that.
You say, "I don't hunt with that."
>
Fattybear says, "You should"
>'I shove it into the castle wall and put it back in the floaty float.
You say, "I shove it into the castle wall and put it back in the floaty float."
>'And then you licked it.
You say, "And then you licked it."
>
Fattybear grins.
>
Fattybear says, "Good stuff"
>
Fattybear nods.
>vote nay
You cast a resounding vote of "Nay!"
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Fattybear chuckles.
>
Zantras says, "Hit him with this."
>
Zantras removes a short sword from in the Yaps disk.
>
Zantras offers you a short sword. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
>
Fattybear begins chuckling at Zantras.
acc
>You accept Zantras's offer and are now holding a short sword.
>sign striking
sign smiting
sign swords
You grip your weapon with renewed vigor!
>You grip your weapon with renewed vigor!
>
You grip your weapon with renewed vigor!
>hurl fatty right leg
You gotta be kidding! You can barely lift a short sword, much less throw it!
You throw a short sword at Fattybear!
AS: +66 vs DS: +35 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +76 = +142
... and hit for 22 points of damage!
Well aimed shot, punctures calf!
* Fattybear drops dead at your feet!
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Fattybear.
Fattybear seems a bit less imposing.
The bright luminescence fades from around Fattybear.
Fattybear comes back into focus.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Fattybear.
Suddenly there is an uproar, with people screaming, "Murderer! Quickly, someone call for the constable!"
Suddenly the town constable, supported by a sizeable posse, comes riding up!
The constable says, "So dere ya are Yaps! We've a warrant for yar arrest. Now come 'long quietly or we'll hang ya right where ya stand."
With that, the deputies wrestle you to the ground, chain you and lift you onto a horse.
The constable and the posse ride you back to the Constabulary.
Arriving at the jail, he strips you of your possessions, opens a strong ironbound door and throws you bodily to the darkness within the door. "There thou wilt remain until the judge has words with thee!" he chortles gleefully.
With a dull thud and rattle of keys in a lock, the door closes and locks, leaving you trapped within.
[Wehnimer's, Jail Cell]
Dirty walls surround you, and a metal-banded door blocks your only exit. From somewhere in the darkness you can hear the sound of a creature moving about.
Obvious exits: none.
All your confiscated items will be made available in the Constable's Office once you have paid your fine. You have ONE hour *real-time* to pay your fine *and* go pick up your items, or any and all items will be sold to charity. The timer starts NOW.
Roundtime: 24 sec.
>
* Fattybear just bit the dust!
>
Somehow you know that if you do not see the Judge within one hour *REAL TIME*, your belongings, which the Constable holds, will be sold at auction.
>stand
...wait 16 seconds.
>stand
You stand back up.
>gaze my feet
You hang your head.
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
* Pharrell is off to a rough start! She just bit the dust!
>
* Bummerdom just bit the dust!
>a fuck
Fuck what?
>a fuck you
>
I could not find what you were referring to.
>
You hear the metallic rattle of keys and a door suddenly swings open. A portly deputy then trundles into the room. Deftly, he catches you by the arm and throws you into the midst of a formidable group of the town's militia.
You are quickly escorted to the Landing's Moot Hall and stood before the judge.
The judge studies you carefully and then motions toward the Bailiff who cries out, "Here before ye is the malefactor Yaps, accused of murder."
The judge turns to you and says, "There can be no doubt as to your guilt. For the crime specified, the court hereby fines you 1360000 silver pieces. Your belongings, if any, will be held for an hour. If, in that time, you are unable to claim the items, your belongings will be sold at auction. You are now free to go."
The judge then stands and says, "Court is adjourned!" He bangs a battered gavel upon the table and retires to his chambers.
The bailiff tells you to pick up your belongings at the Constabulary, on Cheridin Avenue. He reminds you that you had one hour of -REAL TIME- to pay your fine AND pick up your gear from the time of your arrest, not the time of your sentence.
>
Your SIGN OF SWORDS is no longer effective.
You feel drained!
>l
[Wehnimer's, Courtroom]
The courtroom is uncomfortably chilly and plainly furnished. Several benches are lined up to face a raised platform at the far end of the room. The town magistrate dispenses justice, swiftly and summarily, seated in the straightbacked chair behind a simple table on the platform. An armed guard leans against the wall, next to the door, looking casual but ready for trouble should it arise. You also see a mahogany door and a curtained entryway.
Obvious exits: out.
>
Fattybear removes a short sword from in the Yaps disk.
>
Fattybear licks a short sword.
>
Fattybear put a short sword in the Yaps disk that is on the ground.
>
Bellerosa leans against Fattybear and gets a quick little wink in return.
>
Fattybear nods to you.
>
Bellerosa sits down.
>'You will die, Fatty.
You say, "You will die, Fatty."
>l fatt
You see Fattybear Huggerr the Wizard.
He appears to be a Human.
He appears to be young and average height. He has gold-flecked green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, shaggy sandy blonde hair. He has a clean-shaven face, a small nose and a generous mouth.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a cobweb-covered jet black spidersilk cloak edged with silver silk trim, a silvery silk wizard's hat, a crystal amulet, a crystal amulet, a jet black leather jacket, a shadow-grey leather battle harness, some jet black breeches, and some slouched black half-boots.
>
Fattybear cackles insanely, wild-eyed and drooling.
>
You feel your extra strength departing.
>'I did not need a saliva-edging on my sword.
You say, "I did not need a saliva-edging on my sword."
>
Zantras traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
>
Fattybear says, "Did too"
>
Bellerosa licks a short sword.
>
* Juspera returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>
You notice the faint image of yourself disappear.
>
Bellerosa says, "yum"
>
Zantras makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Zantras gestures.
A brilliant luminescence surrounds Zantras.
>
Bellerosa smacks her lips.
>
Fattybear says, "Helps your hunting out a lil bit"
>
Fattybear nods to you.
>'I don't hunt with that.
You say, "I don't hunt with that."
>
Fattybear says, "You should"
>'I shove it into the castle wall and put it back in the floaty float.
You say, "I shove it into the castle wall and put it back in the floaty float."
>'And then you licked it.
You say, "And then you licked it."
>
Fattybear grins.
>
Fattybear says, "Good stuff"
>
Fattybear nods.
>vote nay
You cast a resounding vote of "Nay!"
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Fattybear chuckles.
>
Zantras says, "Hit him with this."
>
Zantras removes a short sword from in the Yaps disk.
>
Zantras offers you a short sword. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
>
Fattybear begins chuckling at Zantras.
acc
>You accept Zantras's offer and are now holding a short sword.
>sign striking
sign smiting
sign swords
You grip your weapon with renewed vigor!
>You grip your weapon with renewed vigor!
>
You grip your weapon with renewed vigor!
>hurl fatty right leg
You gotta be kidding! You can barely lift a short sword, much less throw it!
You throw a short sword at Fattybear!
AS: +66 vs DS: +35 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +76 = +142
... and hit for 22 points of damage!
Well aimed shot, punctures calf!
* Fattybear drops dead at your feet!
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Fattybear.
Fattybear seems a bit less imposing.
The bright luminescence fades from around Fattybear.
Fattybear comes back into focus.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Fattybear.
Suddenly there is an uproar, with people screaming, "Murderer! Quickly, someone call for the constable!"
Suddenly the town constable, supported by a sizeable posse, comes riding up!
The constable says, "So dere ya are Yaps! We've a warrant for yar arrest. Now come 'long quietly or we'll hang ya right where ya stand."
With that, the deputies wrestle you to the ground, chain you and lift you onto a horse.
The constable and the posse ride you back to the Constabulary.
Arriving at the jail, he strips you of your possessions, opens a strong ironbound door and throws you bodily to the darkness within the door. "There thou wilt remain until the judge has words with thee!" he chortles gleefully.
With a dull thud and rattle of keys in a lock, the door closes and locks, leaving you trapped within.
[Wehnimer's, Jail Cell]
Dirty walls surround you, and a metal-banded door blocks your only exit. From somewhere in the darkness you can hear the sound of a creature moving about.
Obvious exits: none.
All your confiscated items will be made available in the Constable's Office once you have paid your fine. You have ONE hour *real-time* to pay your fine *and* go pick up your items, or any and all items will be sold to charity. The timer starts NOW.
Roundtime: 24 sec.
>
* Fattybear just bit the dust!
>
Somehow you know that if you do not see the Judge within one hour *REAL TIME*, your belongings, which the Constable holds, will be sold at auction.
>stand
...wait 16 seconds.
>stand
You stand back up.
>gaze my feet
You hang your head.
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
* Pharrell is off to a rough start! She just bit the dust!
>
* Bummerdom just bit the dust!
>a fuck
Fuck what?
>a fuck you
>
I could not find what you were referring to.
>
You hear the metallic rattle of keys and a door suddenly swings open. A portly deputy then trundles into the room. Deftly, he catches you by the arm and throws you into the midst of a formidable group of the town's militia.
You are quickly escorted to the Landing's Moot Hall and stood before the judge.
The judge studies you carefully and then motions toward the Bailiff who cries out, "Here before ye is the malefactor Yaps, accused of murder."
The judge turns to you and says, "There can be no doubt as to your guilt. For the crime specified, the court hereby fines you 1360000 silver pieces. Your belongings, if any, will be held for an hour. If, in that time, you are unable to claim the items, your belongings will be sold at auction. You are now free to go."
The judge then stands and says, "Court is adjourned!" He bangs a battered gavel upon the table and retires to his chambers.
The bailiff tells you to pick up your belongings at the Constabulary, on Cheridin Avenue. He reminds you that you had one hour of -REAL TIME- to pay your fine AND pick up your gear from the time of your arrest, not the time of your sentence.
>
Your SIGN OF SWORDS is no longer effective.
You feel drained!
>l
[Wehnimer's, Courtroom]
The courtroom is uncomfortably chilly and plainly furnished. Several benches are lined up to face a raised platform at the far end of the room. The town magistrate dispenses justice, swiftly and summarily, seated in the straightbacked chair behind a simple table on the platform. An armed guard leans against the wall, next to the door, looking casual but ready for trouble should it arise. You also see a mahogany door and a curtained entryway.
Obvious exits: out.